Tag Archives: Wycoller

Olde England, carrying on

Posted on June 12, 2017 by

It wasn’t a dawn chorus, it was a cacophony. And it went on, and on, and on. The lambs joined in. Then the donkey. Then we heard the clippety-clop. Clutching my camera, I leaned through the tiny window, in the … Continue reading →

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High on a hill was a lonely …

Posted on May 17, 2017 by

Me. Not a goatherd. And not so much lonely as alone. It was the fords across the stream that did it, made me think of The Sound of Music. That and the hill. Which, to one used to the flat … Continue reading →

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And Charlotte sighs

Posted on August 13, 2016 by

Reality is fickle. The day is warm, the breeze light to non-existent. Technology tells us we’ve arrived at our destination. But technology is wrong, bamboozled by forces beyond its ken. A woman with bright red lipstick, walking a dog, stops … Continue reading →

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